Hey! My best friend is also coming to blogher with me. She isn’t, officially, a blogger. But she can drink me under the table and might agree to hold my hand in public, if we look as cute in a picture as you and your friend. Either way, it’s going to be wicked cool fun times.

Damn. Now I’m totally freaking out that I’m gonna be the third wheel and left behind, alone to my own devices only to end up rocking back and forth in a dark corner, hugging myself tightly and hoping someone will take pity on me and talk to me.